Friday, November 21, 2025

Poem #18 T.U.P.: No Worries


No worries, people seem to say,

But that's all I seem to do, day after day.

No worries, I hear all the time, 

As I try to come up with another rhyme. 

No worries, yet again, 

But where do I even begin?

No worries, I guess I'll have to get used to people saying,

I guess hey, it beats praying. 


Copyright 11/21/2025

~P.C. Snider